Pantalone

"I'll let it pass just this once. Not only am I here to fix Scaramouche's mistakes, but I'd also like you two to quit fighting, it's pointless... And annoying. How about you both just agree that you've hurt one another's feelings, and hug it out?"

Scaramouche

"No, ew."

Pantalone

"... Fine." Strange, Childe told me that method always works.

"If you two aren't going to hug it out, at least apologize to each other. You were both in the wrong. Just a simple, 'I'm sorry' is good enough."

Scaramouche

"..."

You

"..."

Pantalone

"Well? Come on now, we're not in first grade. You're both grown adults, get over it."

Scaramouche

"I'm over 500, get it right."

Pantalone

"... Well, in this case, you're still grown. You're not a baby anymore, right?"

Scaramouche

"I wasn't born bald, dumb, and small."

Pantalone

"Oh. That's right."

He cleared his throat.

Pantalone

"Alright, now apologize."

You

*Sigh* "I am..."

Pantalone

"Come on... Say it..."

You

"Sorry."

Scaramouche

"I'm..."

*Sigh*

"Pantalone, do I have to?"

Pantalone

"Yes! You have to, Y/N's already apologized. Now you apologize too, just to make it fair."

You found this amusing and couldn't help but smile a little. But, in the end, there's always something that takes your grin away.

Scaramouche

"Ugh... Fine. Y/N,"

You

"Mhm?"

Scaramouche

"I am..."

You

"You are..."

Scaramouche

"..."

"... Tsk, can Pantalone leave the room?!"

Pantalone

"But I'd like to be here to witness your apology."

Scaramouche

"Just leave! It's weird wanting to watch someone apologize to someone else!"

Pantalone

"Alright, alright. Y/N, the next time I stop by, tell me if he really apologized or not."

Scaramouche eventually apologized... or advanced to it after pushing Pantalone out of the room.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, I am sorry."

"..."

"Oh my god- There! I did it! I apologized!"

He exclaimed, excitedly. Scaramouche rarely apologizes, unless he's asking a rhetorical question that will almost certainly lead to an insult.

You

"Hehe, finally. It took you forever."

Scaramouche

"I know it did! I hate apologizing. It never feels right."

Even when you both apologized, things did not go back to the way it was. It was still weird, but at least you weren't grabbing each other's necks anymore. Scaramouche had to lock you in again, and he rebuilt the locks on the doors.

And there you are, sleeping on that hard surface once more.

You were hungry, but you were too scared to ask Scaramouche to bring you something to eat. You used to bring up all the reasons why he had to feed you, but you felt you couldn't be that way around him anymore.

.

.

.

It's been a day since your quarrel. You didn't get a wink of sleep all night, but Scaramouche slept soundly, despite the fact that he was seated in a chair.

You could hear the door locks shifting while Scaramouche slept with his head on the pillar linked to the wall. You raised your head as far as you could.

You

"Scaramouche."

Scaramouche

"Zzz..."

You

"Scaramouche, wake up. There's someone at the door."

The bottom lock was finally unlocked, and the person on the opposite side of the door smashed it open.

???

"My god... Whose idea was it to put 11 locks on the door?"

You

"...!"

"... Scaramouche..."

The only time you say his name gently, he awakes. He stroked his aching neck, which was caused by his posture on the chair. You both locked your gaze on the guy standing in front of the entrance.

Scaramouche

"You..."

???

"Wait... Never mind. I just remembered it was my idea to put 11 locks on the door."

Scaramouche

"What the hell are you doing here, Dottore?!"

Dottore

"I came to tell you that the Tsaritsa wants a word with you tomorrow morning. Stop screaming, it's hurting my head."

You

What's wrong with him? Is he not going to start yelling in our faces about sexual jokes?...

You could tell something was wrong the instant you saw him. Dottore seemed gloomy.

Scaramouche

"A meeting tomorrow morning?- That's not the point, that sedative was supposed to keep you asleep for at least three days or more! It's only been one, why are you back?!"

Dottore

"Are you stupid? Remember that I'm the one who made that powerful sedative? Of course, if it were to be used on its creator, it would have a downgrade, no?"

Scaramouche

"I..." *Sigh* "I didn't know that it worked that way."

Dottore

"I'm still a little tired though, waking up from a sedative like that is terrible. So, puppet boy, you'll be talking with the Tsaritsa for a while. You'll finally understand why it takes so much time while you're at it."

Scaramouche

"What, am I in trouble?"

Dottore

"Hm... I actually don't know. I wasn't told the reason why she calls for you."

You weren't used to Dottore's voice being so calm. He seemed to be ready to stumble and collapse at any minute.

Dottore

"Which means... I'll be looking after Y/N for you."

You

"...!"

Scaramouche

"... I don't think that's a good idea. We should get a different harbinger to fill in for you."

Dottore

"Aww, but why? Y/N and I get along so well!"

Scaramouche

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit."

Dottore

"Hmph. I'm the only harbinger available, really, so there's nothing you can do about it."

Scaramouche

"Don't you dare go overboard like last time. I don't want to deal with their hour-long baths and cleaning all their wounds was a pain. There's no way in hell I want to do that again."

Dottore

"Oh trust me, I won't go overboard. Totally."

Scaramouche frowned fiercely at Dottore, then looked at you, before departing to speak with the Tsaritsa. You were frightened, but it was hard to stop yourself from insulting Dottore right then and there. You still felt as though the previous insults weren't enough.

Dottore

"Now, now, Y/N, because I'm not feeling well right now, you don't have to deal with me beating you up like last time... At least not yet. It'll just be a bit of a questionnaire for now."

You

"..."

Dottore

"Plus, you're pretty little face is still healing. But don't think that it matters to me, by tomorrow it'll be ruined once again."

You

"Just like you, will it take Scaramouche long to come back?"

Dottore

"... Pfft, you miss him already? So eager."

You

"Answer my question."

Dottore

"... Yes. He will most likely take as long as I did. Maybe shorter, but don't you get your hopes up. It's an unlikely chance."

You

"Why would I get my hopes up?..."

Dottore

"Because I know you're afraid, and you only feel at ease when Scaramouche is in your presence."

You

"Lies. I never feel at ease, even if Scaramouche is here with me."

Dottore

"Ooh, don't you lie to me. Now, first question, what is it that you know about the eleventh harbinger, Tartaglia?"

You

"Why should I tell you?"

Dottore

"I recommend you tell me before the sun rises because when it does, I'll be ready to take your right eye from you."

You

"..."